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Is it ever going to go away
It starts on the inside
the one that no one asks to stay
the slide I fight but still contrive

Start at zero, rise then fall
the ground keeps rising so I'll stand tall

Compulsion built by the ego's indulgence
divulging wilt's the universe's repulsion
Subconscious whims to recognize
the prime elect to analyze

Creature's time spent on watching themselves
while truth like an old toy sits upon the shelf
Define dignity by humanity's degradation
the willingness of every nation

Nuclear unanimity, will never start from the surface or the boundaries beyond
It comes from the origin within a navel energetic pond
The mind collects, stores in the belly, transforms in the heart, then comes glandular manifestation
The armistice of enmity and the achievement of a fool's paradise through all generations

What kind of light will you freeze?
What temple will you create?
Or will it all be your temple
Will you bring the stagnation of light or keep our existence in flux?
7It's time to Harmonize7
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
I always wanted a name like a color,
But then I felt bad,
Because what if the other colors got sad,
because if my name,
was to cause them pain,
I'd cry,
and wish to be wrapped,
and panted,
in a rainbows vein,
And be know as,
spectrum,
Color Spectrum.

I'll be an array,
of entities,
as light shines threw,
I will be more then the common,
and Physical Propensities,
because besides light waves,
the sea will go though me too,
and the mass and length of both,
Will not hold me down,
because I am color spectrum,
And with the rain and the sun,
I am one,
A prism.

Creating the suns rain,
into a bow of color across the sky,
red, orange, yellow, green,
fly,
blue and indigo,
will not just be colors,
to color up our sky,
and violet,
sweet violet,
will combine us,
make us one,
but we are bond,
a band,

bands of colors,
pretty to the eye,
we still hold so much more,
invisible to us,
but still with us,
because like the bands,
we are the same,
with feelings and emotions,
there,
but unseen,
until you look a little closer,
because we are a spectrum,
and that has more to do with our hearts, bodies, and minds,
then the names, looks, and colors,
we bare,
idk just something i came up with
Tessa Craft Feb 2015
As I **** the sweet
Vapors into my lungs
I contemplate his
Words to me
I want you to be lost
He said to my question
What do you want
I want you to go
And be lost
And never come back
And also, I hate you
I don't love you anymore
So much pain and hurt
For a boy of only four
Fah Jun 2015
Super imposed onto my retina
what array of images nest there

nonchalance and passion
spacial awareness and communication

other places
ethereal.
Aaron Mullin Nov 2014
For Michael, a warrior and an inspiration*

You look at me like I'm weak
I am
Weakness is bending
Not breaking
It's how I show my strength

You look at me like I'm dark
I am
Darkness is brightness
Not reflecting
It's how I show I'm light

You look at me like I'm ill
I am
Illness is health
Not refracting
I call it the illness advantage
It's a mad, mad world...
White is the promise of purity revoked.

Red is the stain of lipstick on your fifth cup of coffee.

Orange is the succession of sunset to sunrise without an ounce of sleep.

The color yellow peeks through the blinds and dances across his skin.

Green is the color that burns your lungs until you're in a haze of numb.

Blue are the eyes that haunt your consciousness and tears that stream silently down.

Purple is the Galaxy pattern of hickies and bruises littering the skin he touched.

Black is the static you hear in the moments after, when you lay panting in his arms

...just before all the color fades again in his absence.
Tony Scallo Nov 2014
We are all addicts;
Does it mean it’s a bad thing?
An addict does something again,
And again

That means i’m an addict, when I learn to ride a bike.
I try over and over again,
I can't quit it,
The addiction to not give up,
To want to know the feeling of accomplishment,
You feel it, and it’s the first high you get from it,
Holding on to it, you never want to let go
So you chase the high, and become a functioning addict

Is a bad thing, if i’m addicted to saving people’s lives?
If I’m addicted to research, on making human kind strive
Will I be ridiculed for it?
I hope not, but I can relate
To what an addiction can feel like;

I am a bookworm;
These books are all I have,
I can't stop spending,
All my money on them,
And my vision has become blurry
Hours upon end,
Eyes fixate within
Each and every page
My mind reads things for days
It becomes all I know,
I shut the rest out

I don't really get out;
This reminds me I'm alive
Invoking sensations that cause a vibe,
And electrically stimulate my mind,
I'm encapsulated by my pride;
"This is my knowledge" I say
This experience is mine

I’m okay in this world,
A man-made peace, in my own mind
But I’ve socially cut out things;
Time after time
I’ve failed to notice the harm
Done to my body during the process,
More worried, was I, to focus on feeling
That high again,
When I read my first book
Completing it’s pages

So let me rephrase this;
We will all have addictive qualities
Sometimes in great quantities
You can be what you want to be
If you understand moderation

Addictions are characterizations,
Of our beings,
Just don’t let them destroy you
We are all addicts, we are addicted to living; To invoke a sensation to feel.
Addison Young Oct 2014
do you move through colors and shapes, and do you pass through entities unknown.
red, the color of blushing cheeks after flattery my body cannot control.
purple, the color of bruises painted sinfully upon skin, galaxies of broken vessels.
blue, the color of your eyes shaded by tie-dyed greens and yellows welcoming into the arms of your embrace.
black, the color of dark night skies spent silent among a lit herb.
pink, the color of full lips crowding visions of lust and love.
yellow, the color of sunbeams bursting through tree branches coming across your freckled cheeks.
rays of spectrum, shared glances and hope.
laughter and hushed voices through melodies of favorite bands.
overlooked conversations, and dimly lit rooms with stolen kisses and clothes shaven.
scents, as intoxicating as the peppermint melting my brain into pools of mush, due to the musk of your t-shirt hanging around my fragile bones.
whispers of good nights and murmurs of good mornings.
can this only be the beginning of such things?
Rebecca Usher Jul 2014
The spectrum of colour
So beautiful and full of life

Reds and purples
For danger and protection

Blues and greens
For the grass and seas

Yellows and orange
For the sun and summer

To me,
Its all a blur
I am dull as dull can be
I am filled with nothing
I am empty
Sarah Pitman Jul 2014
Red.
Like parting lips,
Shushed kisses.
Like high school varsity jackets.

Orange.
Like the shirt you wore
The day we met.
Like my least favorite color.

Yellow.
Like the lemonade,
So sour we spit it out.
Like summers we spent together.

Green.
Like minty gum,
Newly freshened mouths.
Like the grass I lost my innocence on.

Blue.
Like the pen I used
To write your love letters.
Like all the times we've cried.

Indigo.
Like bruises, covered
By jeans high on hips.
Like the nights we stained with lust.

Violet.
Like every single thought
Led back to you.  
Like even the spectrum had thoughts of you.
You you you you you.
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